“Our father, Harrison Hamilton, was brought in with a gunshot wound.”
She typed away at the keyboard. “He just went into surgery.”
“Who is the surgeon?” I asked.
“Dr. Grayson Kind.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Take the elevator to the second floor. Make a left, and the surgical waiting room will be on your right. The doctor will talk to you there once he finishes the surgery,” the nurse said.
We rushed to the elevator. When we stepped inside the waiting room, Love looked up at us.
“Love.” We rushed over to her.
“How is he?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. “Who would do this to him?”
“Where did it happen?” Paige asked.
“Who are you?” Love stared at her.
“Love, this is Paige. She’s a friend, and she’s here to help.”
“He was leaving the bar to come home. One of the workers went to throw some trash out and saw him lying on the ground,” she said.
“Roman. Julian. Parker.”
Turning around, Simon walked into the room.
“I’m sorry. Any word on your dad?”
“Not yet,” Roman said.
“Are you working this case?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m going to find out who did this to him. And believe me, they will pay.”
“Then you’d better meet Paige. Detective Simon Kind, this is Paige—” I glanced at her.
“Just Paige.” I shook his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Paige.”
“Some guy named Elias is trying to kill Parker,” Julian blurted out. “And now she thinks whoever shot our dad is sending a message. Paige is protecting Parker until she catches him.”
“I’m sorry. What?” Simon’s brows furrowed. “You’re not talking about Elias Dimitri, are you?”
“Yeah. That’s him,” I said, glancing at Paige, who stood there, narrowing her eyes at Julian.
“What do you have to do with all of this?” Simon asked Paige.
“Nothing,” she said.
“If there’s anyone in this world you can trust, it’s Simon,” I told her.
“You need to tell me everything you know, Paige,” Simon said.